User blog comment:Nitram the Warrior/Rise of the Prinnies/@comment-4512067-20111014220125

Rippy, not one for scout and forage work, grins maniacally, his crooked, radioactive teeth glinting "I smell blood on the wind already! It smells like COOKIES! Melting, delicious, crimson covered cookies! WHEN GO WE ATTACK THESE PITIFUL MORTALS!?"